The thoughts of me and my dog who used to be Harvey, but is now George, who is Harvey's great-great-great-great-nephew.

Sunday, January 22, 2012

A weekend away

We've been in London this weekend. Well, Egham actually but if I say London then you'll know which part of the country I mean.

Yesterday afternoon GrandSon had his first swimming lesson and we were able to watch. He was by far the best splasher and floater - and I'm not at all biased - and, of course, handsomest.

Then this morning we went for a walk in Savill Garden, which is part of the Crown Estate and I suppose officially part of Windsor Great park. It's a well-looked-after flower garden, which is very popular with people out for a Sunday stroll, and deservedly so. Even at this time of year there was much of interest such as these brightly coloured dogwood stems.

And this unimpressive shrub, which had the most delicious perfume that filled the air as you passed by. It was an unlikely contender when we were sniffing around to determine the source of the scent, which was vaguely jasminey.